Page 8 of His Cruel Billionaire Scorecard

“Olivia, stand up please, Meet everyone.”

Olivia got up slowly; the smirk on his face felt like he was taunting her.

This cocky man, who did he think he was anyway?

“Hi, I’m Olivia. I hope to-”

“You know what? Never mind, you can go back.”

A faint sense of something… crept into Roman’s senses as his eyes briefly met Olivia walking back to her seat. There was something about her, an energy that both intrigued and unnerved him. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but he sensed there was more to her than met the eye. He reminded himself to remain focused on the task at hand, pushing aside any personal distractions that threatened to cloud his judgment.

Clearing his throat, Roman redirected his attention to the room. “As we move forward, remember that we are a team. Together, we can achieve greatness. I expect dedication, creativity, and a relentless pursuit of excellence. Let’s show the world what we’re capable of.”

The room burst into applause, and Olivia found herself grinding her jaw in annoyance at Roman’s dismissal words and his commanding presence. Even though she admired his leadership style–a perfect blend of authority and collaboration, she made her conclusion: her boss was a class-A jerk.

Chapter 4

OliviaandAveryfoundthemselves tucked away in a corner booth at Bean Hive Café, a popular neighborhood spot in New York City. The café, with its warm and inviting atmosphere, was the perfect setting for their long overdue catch-up session.

The interior of The Bean Hive Café is designed with exposed brick walls and local artwork, and cozy vintage furniture that invited patrons to sink into comfort. The soft lighting and mellow music created a laid-back vibe, making it an ideal spot for intimate conversations.

As Olivia and Avery settled into their seats, a friendly barista approached their table with a smile. Avery ordered a tall glass of refreshing iced tea, while Olivia, a coffee connoisseur, opted for a velvety cappuccino with a sprinkle of cinnamon on top.

Sipping on their drinks, Olivia and Avery swept into animated conversation. The café buzzed with activity around them as they caught up over steaming cups. The aroma of freshly ground coffee filled the air.

Between sips of their drinks, Olivia and Avery shared a slice of decadent chocolate cake, its rich flavor and creamy texture adding an extra layer of indulgence to their evening.

“Hmm, delicious,” Avery smacked her lips, savoring the dessert.

The café provided the perfect backdrop for the soft jazz melodies playing in the background, creating a soothing setting for their conversation.

“Okay that’s not funny,” Olivia said, scolding Avery, who doubled down in laughter, holding her stomach, and attracting the stares of people in the restaurant.

“Are you telling me you saw this hunk and one of the first impressions you leave is falling ass down in front of him?”

“I regret telling you this.”

Avery laughed again, shaking her head, and taking a sip of her drink.

“That’s not what I meant to do obviously, but it just happened.” Even hours later, Olivia still felt her stomach drop at the memory of falling in front of him.

“So, tell me, what did he do after that?”

“Helped me up to my feet and told me to be more careful in a very condescending manner if I might add!”

Olivia exclaimed, sipping her ice-cold coffee and letting the caffeine work itself into her system.

She liked nothing more than spending her evenings talking to her friend. They’d not had the opportunity to catch up for the past week due to her new job.

“Enough about me, you have to tell me about your auditions.”

Avery took another sip of her sweet tea—too sweet, in Olivia’s opinion.

“Isn’t that a little too sweet?”

“I don’t think so.” Olivia winced as her friend took another sip.

“I don’t know…really,” Avery began, setting her cup down.

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